paused in her recitation, the end of her pointer resting upon the board
at the angle under consideration, and she stood thus during the brief
interval remarked above. As "Dodd's" head dropped Mr. Bright turned
his glance to the girl again, and said:

"If the angle at A--"

Upon which she took up the demonstration where she had broken off, and
finished it as though nothing had happened. After that, other pupils
recited, the lesson ended, the class was dismissed, other classes were
called, and the regular routine of the day's work went on without
change, as though teacher and pupils were entirely unconscious of the
presence of a stranger among them.

When recess came, Mr. Bright went down to the desk where the boy was
seated, accosted him in a civil manner, and told him that if he would
remain a few minutes after school was dismissed at noon he would talk
with him about his work and assign him to his place in the school.
Then he left him, and devoted himself to the other pupils during the
brief intermission.

"Dodd" did not leave his seat during this recess. He sat as he had
finally settled himself, except that he now and then raised his head
and gazed defiantly over the school room. The pupils paid no attention
to him whatever, and he really felt himself as much alone as though he
had been in solitary confinement in a dungeon.

The recess ended, the school was in order again; the recitations went
on as usual, an hour and a quarter went by, noon came, the session
closed for dinner, the pupils left the room in groups, till all were
gone, and for the first time "Dodd" Weaver and Mr. Charles Bright were
alone, face to face.

CHAPTER XI.

Mr. Bright took a small piece of blank paper from his table, a
rectangular slip about four inches long by two inches wide, cut
expressly for the purpose for which he proceeded to use it, and went
down to the desk where "Dodd" sat sulking and defiant.

"Please write your name and age on this slip of paper," he said to the
boy.

"I can't write!" grumbled "Dodd," with a surly sneer and a wag of his
head.

"I see! You have no pencil," returned Mr. Bright. "You can use mine,"
and he slipped that article into "Dodd's" hand as he spoke.

As soon as he had done this, he went to the rear part of the room and
began looking over some work upon the blackboard. He did not look
toward the boy to see if he obeyed, but his ears were on the alert.

For a little while "Dodd" sat